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The Roxburghe ballads . Sitting with my dearest dear, by a little purling spring,In the pleasant time o th year, when the little Birds do sing,Straight I was resolvd to move her, for to know how she inclind,And to tell her that I lovd her, and desire to know her mind. Then quoth I, My Tprety Nancy, well thou know st thou hast my heart,Thou alone art she I fancy, and can only cure my smart:Tell me then, my pretty fair one, when you mean to change your life,Tell me quickly then, my dear one, when will you he Willys Wife? Truly William then quoth Nancy, men they say are grown so strange,Every one
The Roxburghe ballads . Sitting with my dearest dear, by a little purling spring,In the pleasant time o th year, when the little Birds do sing,Straight I was resolvd to move her, for to know how she inclind,And to tell her that I lovd her, and desire to know her mind. Then quoth I, My Tprety Nancy, well thou know st thou hast my heart,Thou alone art she I fancy, and can only cure my smart:Tell me then, my pretty fair one, when you mean to change your life,Tell me quickly then, my dear one, when will you he Willys Wife? Truly William then quoth Nancy, men they say are grown so strange,Every one theyl swear they fancy ; so they may perhaps for change;Yon may freely say your pleasure, I can hear without distast[e] :Marriage should be done with leisure, and Im sure Im not in. haste. Will you be a peevish creature, and deny your self a cure ?Who could teach you such ill nature? not your Mother I am sure :She was scarce arrivd at fourteen, when she lost a single life,And was pleasd so well with courting, that she
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